These Awkward Things

Not all fish
Are created equal
And when minnows
Latch onto us,
Practically jumping
Into the boat,
Sometimes it's best
To throw them back.

How does it feel
To sever an infant
Flower from its birth
To display in a vase
For a day or two,
Knowing you've begun
Its slow
And agonizing death?

People who live
In antique shops
Shouldn't tickle other's
Porcelain dreams
Or behave in ruffian manners,
Especially when
The value of their antique days
Is being appraised for auction.

We speak along tangents,
Sometimes parallel,
Sometimes askew,
Always simply fingering
That fragile ball of glass
With a feinting touch,
Like Adam reaching
Into distant ceilings.